cstross, (edited ) My answer to the baby/parachute problem:
I pull my ripcord and let the baby die.
Its god—if they exist—will know their own, so baby goes to heaven ("Caedite eos. Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius").
If god doesn't exist—baby's trying to blackmail me, so fuck you, baby.
That's the same reply I'd give an adult evangelist who pulled this stunt: they chose to die on that hill, I didn't impose a choice on them. I admit I may be flying my ASD freak flag here.
(EDIT: It's an abortion alegory.)
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